文本歌词

once i slept on a feather bed
with blankets woven warm
now I'm glad to lay my head
on a cloak that's old and torn
so sing with me a merry catch
as summer days will come
my lover is a soldier boy
so I'm following the drum
with a pat-a-pat-a-tat and a rattle and a scrat
and the beat of a marching song
oh，i'm lame and tired
but still i smile
and so i follow him
oh，i'm lame and tired
but still i smile
and so i follow him